Despite everything, Rogue felt a smile tug at the corners of her mouth. Something about the Professor always radiated calmness and strength. No matter what, it always seemed to make her believe that everything would be okay...even if it wouldn't. She folded a piece of hair behind her ear with a gloved hand. " You do too, Professor." At the mention of everyone missing her, the southern belle looked down, nostralgia gripping her. She hoped they were doing okay.